"You can't persuade me," said the Sword Saint.
"I didn't intend to persuade you. All I'm thinking about now is whether my shop can still open tomorrow."
"I'll take a look for you."
The Sword Saint stepped out of the shop and reinstalled the door plank he had removed.
"Aren't you going to drink your soup?" the old man asked from inside.
"I'll have it when I come back."
After speaking, the Sword Saint turned and left, leaving the old man alone in the shop to sigh, What a waste of all these lovely chopped spring onions.
The entire capital city had by now descended into chaos. The very soldiers who had fled in defeat a month ago were now fleeing in defeat once more. Even former imperial guards had become deserters.
In everyone's eyes, Yan people seemed to be everywhere. Damn it all, just how many Yan people had come?!
